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Kaleb chuckles. “The fuck face formally known as Officer Cooper, is running for a spot on the town council.”
“The man still thinks he’s the police,” Daniel adds.
“The man’s a joke,” my younger brother says.
“He is.” I nod. “He’s also the only one outside of family who knows what we are. Show the man some respect.”
“I’d like to show him the end of a shovel.”
Daniel grunts in agreement.
I’m the odd man out. After the stunt he pulledwith taking Charlie and the restraining orders, it’s probably not an argument I’m going to win. Who knew getting rid of a restraining order would be so hard? If I ever hear the words “processed means processed” again, it’ll be too soon.
Talk about taking your job seriously.We had to wait weeks to get it lifted, only to find out that Charlie had gone home to her family.
The man deserves what’s coming. But one of us needs to be the voice of reason. “The man’s too close to kill. Give it enough time. His life is falling apart, and our dad has made him a town pariah. He’ll kill himself eventually.”
My brothers share a look. “We’d rather do it,” they echo.
What are they, fucking twins?
A commotion at the back door draws our attention . . . Lara. Number twelve jumps out, scaring my girl.
Okay, so maybe she is mine.
Wearing a replica of my mask! The only person who gets to terrify her with that is me.
“He dies tonight.” I don’t even know when I stood, but I can’t just sit here and watch. My body twitches with the need to kill something, to watch as he struggles for his last breath.
“Err, you might want it to be him.” Kaleb points, offering his binoculars.
Lara stands near the keg, chatting with another girl. It’s not her who Kaleb is pointing at. Behind her,another jersey-wearing prick, number nine, fills a red plastic cup with cheap beer . . . and a tiny pill.
She can’t drink that.
I’m panting before I even start running. Rage fills me to the core. Never have I understood the term seeing red as much as I do right now. Because that’s all I want. His blood everywhere.
“The girl with the curly hair, too, take her drink,” Daniel calls after me.
But it’s too late. Even from here, I can see the other girl lift her cup to her mouth, taking a small sip.
Lara smiles her thanks, then takes her own drink.
I’m almost there.
Pulling down my mask, I stagger out of the woods with my eyes locked on Lara, too rushed to be careful of the forest foliage.
My appearance startles everyone, including Lara. My nervous girl drops her drink, and the alcohol spills out, seeping into the soil quickly.
“Fuck, dude, that was good. You got us good,” the kid at the keg says. A dead man talking.
“Mine was better,” their little leader says, walking over with his arm around another girl. “It’s always better when you make a pretty girl scream.” His arm might be around someone else, but his eyes are on Lara. No, they’re on the mess at her feet, and he looks pissed.
Why the fuck would he care if she didn’t drink her beer? Motherfucker.
We’re killing four tonight?
Still fueled by adrenaline, I reach out a gloved hand and take hold of Lara’s. Towering over the jock, I stare at him through the eye holes in my mask until he swallows, moving out of the way without a word.
